Also, if you’re interested in a copy, I am accepting payments via PayPal. If you’re familiar with the site, just send $12 along with your mailing address to spiltinkpoetry@hotmail.com, and a copy will be mailed to you!

Here’s the synopsis for the book, written by Poet Sonia Di Placido:

“Classic poetic forms combined with the modern confessional of free verse, these poems inhabit succinctly woven rhymes, verses and stanzas while professing the profoundest faith in romantic love–entanglement, desire, erotic sharing and compulsion. This is a “”hopeless confession”” filled with the irony of hope in love. Soft, gentle, fearless and shameless admonitions of losing oneself in the other are no threat. The delusion and sacrifice towards the profession of love remain an insignificant pleasure. The confessions here return to Neruda’s erotic–loss of self parallels and postulates entirety. Love resonates as the opposite of self gratification and self preservation. There are no boundaries. A poet speaks in tandem with the ancient scribes of Egyptian Love Poems–sharing an exotic papyrus of altruistic love.”

*As written by Poet Sonia Di Placido.

Here’s a poem excerpt from the book:

LILY
(For Leslie)

Still magnificent
Is Lily
In spite of this cruel, cruel world.
Even through this depression of sun
And repression of soil,
Lily is still beauty personified.
She always bats her butterfly kisses.
Lily, so graceful
In the aftermath of violent winter’s storm.
I am in her awe.
Gentle and giving
Strong and stern.
Others gather ’round her
They stare with appalling jealousy.
But when I look at her
I do so with lighthearted affection.

Good morning, Poets and Poetry Lovers! Today, Confessions of a Hopeless Romantic is officially available over on Lulu.com! And beginning in Mid-November, the book will be available for purchase on Amazon.com and Barnesandnoble.com! Check it out now!

“Classic poetic forms combined with the modern confessional of free verse, these poems inhabit succinctly woven rhymes, verses and stanzas while professing the profoundest faith in romantic love–entanglement, desire, erotic sharing and compulsion. This is a “hopeless confession” filled with the irony of hope in love. Soft, gentle, fearless and shameless admonitions of losing oneself in the other are no threat. The delusion and sacrifice towards the profession of love remain an insignificant pleasure. The confessions here return to Neruda’s erotic–loss of self parallels and postulates entirety. Love resonates as the opposite of self gratification and self preservation. There are no boundaries. A poet speaks in tandem with the ancient scribes of Egyptian Love Poems–sharing an exotic papyrus of altruistic love.”

In spite of my greatest efforts
To ignore actuality
I am still able to recollect
How many sunsets have occurred
Since your departure.
Though, I have not seen
Any of these sunsets
Firsthand
With my biased eyes.
It would pain my soul
To visit our sacred place
Where the last rays of day
Helped to alleviate the burdens
Of our everyday lives.